Chen Cheng's Work

Chen Cheng looked at Wen Lai. Like Jamir and the others, he wore a white divine robe representing purity. Yet when their eyes met, there was something about Wen Lai's gaze that Chen Cheng remembered at once.

Though his eyes brimmed with fanatical worship for Chen Cheng, beneath that fervor lay an unusual calmness and sharpness.

As Chen Cheng met his gaze, he felt as if he were facing the political commissar from his previous life.

"My lord."

Wen Lai bowed to Chen Cheng.

"Rise. Since you intend to remain by my side, you need not wear that conspicuous white robe from now on. And when you see me in the future, do not call me 'my lord.' Just call me Young Master."

Wen Lai readily agreed.

"Yes, Young Master."

He removed his divine robe, revealing the ordinary robes beneath.

Without the divine robe, he seemed to lose some of his mysterious majesty, but gained the dashing spirit of a handsome middle-aged man.

"Wen Lai, I will not remain here for long. I fear I will spend most of my days traveling from place to place in the future, so you should think carefully about whether you truly wish to stay by my side."

"Young Master, I wish to remain here, and I wish to run for the post of Chief Political Commissar of the newly formed First Army."

Wen Lai immediately voiced his thoughts.

Chen Cheng had not expected Wen Lai to make such a request.

"Oh? Why is that? Do you not regard me as a god? Why choose not to follow at my side?"

Chen Cheng asked probingly.

Yet Wen Lai did not hide anything and said to Chen Cheng:

"Because I am Young Master's servant, and the First Army is the weapon Young Master will use